Greenbelt Festival Review

On the Saturday mainstage, after a couple of proficiently anonymous bands
(well, they have names but no definable character) there appears the first
gen-u-wine sensation of the weekend.

In fact, apart from certain highlights of Philip Bailey's Sunday
performance which run him a close second, this man is the ace deal in thew
hole deck: the performer that really makes it worth the while to be on
site.

Wolfhound

He is Steve Taylor.

Born in California, raised in Colorado, arriving on the Greenbelt stage
like a wolfhound amonst dinosaurs.

Physically he's lean, angular, fast. All over the place on stage; always
pushing and pumpking. Vocally he's strong, aggressive, or sometimes sort of
snidey, whimsical.

Not a pretty singer (not a pretty boy) but always cutting through; never
limp.

Lyrically, there isn't a dull song in his book. And not a cliche in
evidence; he writes like he looks, like he moves, like he thinks. With
personal conviction.

Musically he's mostly up and urgent; of a generation that draws on the
likes of Bowie, Clash and Costello, but with his own twist.

He has a good, tight, sharp hand. He is nothing less than a star--if he
wants to be. His current album is 'Meltdown' on Sparrow Records. I suggest
you buy a copy immediately.

Two other 'star turns' followed Taylor onto the mainstage: Britain's
Andy Piercy then America's Larry Norman.

Each received his appropriate level of ovation and didn't do me any great
harm, but I wasn't really enthralled by either; not in the wake of
Taylor.